You Can Have It All, My Empire Of Dirt

Enki had grown up hearing stories of how unkind and scary Medusa is and, in his mind, she had become a sort of boogieman. It had been made clear to him that he should avoid her and her pack at all costs Yet, here he is standing across from her, afraid of the storybook version he has in his mind, but finding that real life is vastly different. His posture is rigid but not in a threatening way; no his muscles are stiff because of what he is about to propose. In a neutral tone, she invites him to elaborate.

Releasing the breath that he did not realize he was holding, the boy nods gently. Looking her straight in the eye, he calmly begins, “Medusa, I am sorry about what happened to at the hands of Habari. I am sorry that you felt the need to take out your revenge on my mother and her pack. But most of all… I am sorry that we got caught in the crossfire.” Head bows slightly as offers his apologies, which are genuine and heartfelt. Straightening back up, Enki continues on, “But Medusa, my littermates and I, we had nothing to do with what happened to you.”

He implores her to understand, his gaze turning soft as he pleads with her in unspoken words. After a moment, Enki gives his head a gentle shake as he goes on, “Now, I don’t expect you to just release us because we are your prisoners and have no rights. However, this is where I propose the trade. Medusa, I promise to give you two years of life, working in your pack for the betterment of it and all wolves in it, if you grant my littermates their freedom.” His breath hitches as his heart hammers painfully against his ribs waiting to hear her verdict on his trade.


"Enki Klein"